by Abbie Adams
“Dod-dee?”
“Yes Livvy? Take your thumb out of your mouth if you are going to talk to me.” He gently rubbed my hair back from my face and brushed it back as if he was going to put it into a ponytail.
“The process… Will I get to have a say… I mean pick… I mean can I just say who I like the best as a Daddy?”
He was quiet, as if thinking it over, for an eternity it seemed. “I am not going to pick somebody that I am not one-hundred percent sure it is the best match. But, I am not sure that the girls will get any say. Perhaps, but I am not going to make you a promise I won’t keep later.”
“But, if I hate him… if I am scared and I hate him you will make me go anyway?”
“Are you saying you don’t trust me at all? You have been here a couple weeks now. Do you trust me at all?” he pushed me away from his chest.
My mouth fell open. “That wasn’t what I meant. Yes, I… Well, you just let that mean man…” his eye brows arched questioning me further. “It’s just that I… don’t want to… I just want… I just want you… to be my Daddy.” I dropped my eyes to his shirt, to my fingers, because I started to play with the buttons on his shirt.
“I will be your Daddy for a long time, yet. Until we find the perfect Daddy for you…” he lifted my chin with his knuckle and kissed the side of my lips.
Chapter 10
I didn’t get a lot of time to focus on his comment. It was time for lunch. Daddy let me have my dress back and put it on me before tweaking one of my long locks.
“Hurry up little girl,” he growled. “I’m hungry.”
Almost everyone else was already at the table when we left the office but I had to go potty. Uncle Tommy was still in the bathroom with Erin so Daddy left me with him and went to eat. Erin was washing her hands and I was not going to wait, she was the last person I worried about watching me use the bathroom after being here. But, when she turned around I saw she was crying. I almost jumped up from the toilet without being wiped.
“Erin, what is the matter? Did you get in trouble? Are you ok?”
She didn’t say anything, just shook her head “no” as she dried her hands on the towel Uncle Tommy was holding out to her. I wanted to hug her but, she walked away dejectedly.
“She is just over-tired, I think, ready for her nap.” Uncle Tommy explained perhaps to comfort me.
“Did she get in trouble?” It seemed forever for him to come over to clean my bottom so I could go. And when he did I was reminded that Mr. Meaty-Hands had pulverized my sit-upon.
“No, but that is for her to say I guess.”
When I finally took off running for the table—
“Alivia, walking feet in the house please,” Uncle Tommy quickly corrected me.
I slowed down with a harrumph. And as I finally scooted, painfully, into my hard chair, I looked at Erin. Who sat in her spot, directly across from me, with her arms crossed over her chest, a disgusted look on her face.
“Erin, you know the rules, you will eat your lunch.” Daddy scolded her.
“I don’t think she got enough sleep last night, Trace.” Uncle Tommy came up just as Erin pushed her plate away.
“She’s not hungry, Daddy. Maybe she should just go take her nap now.” I didn’t know what was the matter with her, but I could see where this was heading even if she couldn’t.
“Alivia, hush,” Daddy gave me a look that I wouldn’t question in a million years. “Erin, that’s it. Get down and get in the corner, right there.” He pointed to the one behind him.
She scooted her chair back and slid down with the most awful face. I couldn’t believe it. She was like really talking back without words. I don’t know what had gotten into her, but she was full of it. I knew that there was only one way this was going to end. I quickly looked down the table to Sara. I thought she would be gloating for some reason. But, she was concentrating on her plate and didn’t look up. I looked back to Erin because I heard muttering and turned just in time to see her kick the wall.
Daddy’s chair made an awful sound as it slid across the marble floor.
“No, Daddy don’t…” maybe she should have a spanking and really a spanking never did any permanent damage. I just didn’t want her to get one because she was so sweet… most of the time.
“Alivia, if you don’t mind your own business you will get some too.” Daddy reached over and pulled Erin to stand in front of him. She had tears in her eyes but there was a stubbornness I had never seen before. Her arms locked over her chest again as soon as he let go of her arm. “Erin, I am going to give you one chance to tell me why I shouldn’t spank you.”
Erin looked for a split second like she might have won, like that was all she wanted all along. “All I wanted was ten more minutes…” her bottom lip started to quiver. “But, Uncle Chris said no…”
Daddy’s eyebrow rose. “So, this is a temper tantrum?” He looked up, across the table to Uncle Chris.
“It was time for lunch, she didn’t want to stop playing in the playroom.” Uncle Chris explained.
“It was the game,” Sara spoke up, “I was winning so I didn’t care that we had to put it away. But, she wanted to finish it.” Sara almost looked sad for Erin too, if that was possible for Sara.
“I’ve heard enough, thank you.” He looked back to the frustrated little girl, “Erin, when you are told by an Uncle or any other man put in authority over you here, to do something, you better do it. Temper tantrums are absolutely not allowed. I am thinking that if you had explained your situation, it is possible you could have come to an agreement to leave your game up or something. But, now because of your actions you are going to be spanked.”
He reached forward and pulled her over his lap. Then almost as if it was an after-thought he raised the skirt of her dress. She was wiggling like she was trying to get away, but it was pathetic if she thought that would do it. Daddy didn’t start swatting right then either. Perhaps, because of the last time he wanted to be absolutely certain…
“Erin, do you understand why you are being spanked?”
“Yes, but I thinks it’s unfair-eeek!” her hand flew back to try to block as soon as the first swat fell down. Daddy quickly caught her hand with his free hand and pinned it in place against her back. After being so hesitant to spank her he didn’t seem to hold back.
Spank after Spank rang through the dining room. How in the world were we supposed to pretend it wasn’t happening? Erin was crying out right away and Daddy was lecturing from the beginning. I wanted to get up and go away but I didn’t want to take a chance and get into more trouble.
I looked to my left and Uncle Chris was eating. Seriously, eating. Like there was nothing the matter. As if somebody was not being spanked at the dining room table.
Only here would that be normal…
I however couldn’t ignore the fleshy smacks and whimpered pleas.
When Daddy finally deemed her sufficiently penitent and stopped the tempo on her bottom. I could relax. Well, kind of. It did take a little bit longer, until she stopped crying and was quietly sent to the corner, before I could actually eat. Thank goodness, it was just a cold cut sandwich and not something hot. I did have a hard time never the less finishing it, but I was not going to throw a fit. I knew how to get out of eating.
Naptime was right after lunch, just like normal. It was funny how that had become normal in such a short time, too. I was already snuggled and tucked into my bed when Daddy came and tucked Erin in. She was still sniffling and I wanted to hug her. I knew we couldn’t talk, but I wanted to comfort her. She was such a sweet little thing. I mean everybody has a bad day sometime, right?
I took my pillow and scooted out of my bed. I prayed Sara wouldn’t get a bug up her butt and be a witch. As quiet as I could I tip-toed over to Erin’s bed and climbed in beside her. She looked over her shoulder at me as I began to rub her back but she didn’t say a word. I hugged her and she finally stopped crying and fell asleep while I smoothed her hair back away from
her face. When at last she was sleeping I relaxed and closed my eyes, allowing sleep to take over.
Then I was pinned down and my heart was racing. I couldn’t see because the room was too dark. I could hear water and when I kept turning my head I could finally see a little but it was dim. I wasn’t in my room any more. I didn’t recognize the room, it wasn’t in Daddy’s house.
Where was I? Panic was choking me.
And then I felt it. I wasn’t on my back anymore. I was on my stomach and medicine or water, whatever, it was going into my belly from my bottom.
“No… no…”
“I am going to plug it in if you are not a good girl…” I saw a hand by the outlet with a plug ready.
“No…”
“Livvy, shh, it’s a dream.” A soft hand rubbed cheek.
“No… no!”
“Livvy, its Erin… you’re ok. It’s just a dream.”
I opened my eyes. I was looking right into Erin’s sweet blue eyes. She was gently pushing my hair away from my face. “It was just a bad dream.”
I rolled onto my back. I was still in my room, with the other girls, in Erin’s bed. It was just a dream…. What was it? I couldn’t remember, just a dark room.
“What are you girls doing?” Uncle Matt’s face appeared above me. “Why are you over here? Never mind. Come out of here, if you are awake, so you don’t wake the other girls.”
I took a deep breath and looked toward Erin and we both sat up, albeit gingerly. I tried to shake off the feeling of dread or of terror. I was safe. It was just a dream. I looked back over my shoulder at the bright pink room, the soft pink and white beds, not a dark creepy room… I shivered.
“What is the matter, Alivia?” Uncle Matt looked at me oddly.
I scratched my head. “I just had a really bad dream. But, I can’t remember what it was.”
“Oh, I hate that,” he said. He bent down and hugged me. “But, you are ok now. And you know what? Jeremy has fresh chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. Maybe that will help you forget the dream.” He smiled at me and tickled my belly.
I giggled and chased Erin to the kitchen. We both slowed at the “Walking feet” command that was called out to us as soon as we took off. And sure enough, Uncle Jeremy was happy to help us to the counter and fed us warm cookies and chocolate milk. I quickly forgot about the dark room and the horrible feeling.
It felt good to be there. Aside, from those icky training days, I kind of liked this place… and the uncles. I really liked Daddy. I never wanted to leave. And what about Erin, or even the other girls, we wouldn’t have sister friends with the new Daddy would we?
When we were done with our snack Uncle Jeremy let us go outside. Sara and Caity were up then too. I didn’t really want them to follow us. I wanted to talk to Erin. I was happy when they went on their own to the swings. I asked Erin if she wanted to see if we could find a butterfly. She followed me through the garden.
“Erin, do you like it here?”
She was slow to answer, as if she was trying to figure out where I was going with the question. “Yes, I guess… I mean mostly.”
“Yeah, I mean, I do. I don’t want to go somewhere else. I’m scared. I don’t want a different Daddy.” I sat down on the small stone path and pulled my dress over my knees. I watched a long line of ants moving in the same direction we had been going. I picked up a small stone and placed it on the path and watched as they circled it and then kept going on straight as before. “I don’t like not knowing…”
Erin agreed as she became distracted by some daisies. She picked a hand full of them and sat down on a small grassy patch. I think she would be content wherever she was.
“But, what if the new Daddy is mean? And there won’t be other girls at our new homes…” I plunked a bigger stone down in the path of the ants. They did the same thing, as if by remote, not one messed up they all marched around the offending object and right back into line.
“I hope he won’t be mean. But, if he likes little girls he can’t be too mean can he?”
She didn’t look up, she was weaving the daisies into a necklace or something.
“Yes, he can be strict and cruel… he could be evil… what if you just hate him?” I picked up the rock and started crushing the ants. Poor Erin… Poor me… What had we done? Coming to this place thinking it would be OK.
“Livvy, what is the matter?” Erin’s voice was almost soothing.
I stopped smashing the stupid ants and looked at her. She looked like and angel with her long honey blond hair shining in the sun. She was sitting there weaving daisy chains as if she didn’t have a care in the world… and she had even been spanked now, today…
But, she hadn’t met the other Daddy. I moved across the path and sat on the padded bench swing. I leaned back and gave a thrust with my foot. It was hard, as short as I am… I almost couldn’t push with my foot when I was sitting back.
“Wait for me.” Erin came running. She had a daisy tiara around her head and another in her hand. I stopped so she could climb up, and she quickly crowned me too.
“Stop worrying, Livvy. I think Daddy will take care of us. Just let it go and enjoy being little.” She sat down beside me and we pushed the swing together for a little while. Caity and Sara came crashing through the garden a bit later begging us to play hide and seek. Of course, I had to pretend it was a terrible idea—but I loved it. I even wanted to be it first. I am an awesome seeker.
It was a very nice afternoon for all of us girls, surprisingly. And, I didn’t think about the morning’s unpleasantness again at all. We even had my favorite dinner—fettuccini alfredo.
After our bath I picked a Little Mermaid nightgown that had a teal glittery ruffle. I loved teal and I loved the Little Mermaid because she had red hair like mine. And even my hair wasn’t a problem. I reminded Uncle Tommy that Daddy said he would brush it, if I asked him. And he did. It was the perfect evening and I was asleep as soon as I was tucked into my perfectly pink bed.
But then I couldn’t breathe. It was crazy. I could see men lined up in the dark room. It was the dark room again. I was on my tummy with my knees tucked beneath me. Oh gosh, where was I?
Someone was walking toward me. Who was it? I didn’t like him. He was evil. It was dark, I couldn’t see his face. “I’m going to plug it in now.”
Whose voice was that? Did I know him? Was he nice? No! He was going to plug it in. I didn’t want him to plug it.
I heard the water. And felt my stomach began to cramp. I was sweating, twisting, turning.
“Alivia, you must obey all men. He is your new Daddy. Trust me.” It was Daddy’s voice but it wasn’t his face it was… whose face was it? Whose face was it?
I turned my head I wanted to see who was talking. I wanted Daddy… my Daddy, not the mean one. “Daddy!”
The water kept running in the background and the face wouldn’t move so I could see Daddy. Whose face was it?
“Daddy?” I called. Where was he? I didn’t want that evil one.
When I turned my head again it was a hand, by the outlet. “No!”
The plug. “No! Stop… please… no… Daddy?”
“Shhh- Daddy is here.” I felt hands on me, not trying to hold me down but picking me up.
“No… want my Daddy- stop.”
“It’s just a dream, Livvy. Wake up, Daddy is here.” I felt strong arms around me… comforting me? I opened my eyes.
It was dim, but I could see my pink bed, Daddy was sitting on it. And, I was being rocked against Daddy’s naked chest. “Daddy?”
“Yes, honey, it’s ok it was just a bad dream. You are fine. Shhh,” he kept rocking, holding my head tightly to his chest.
“No, Dod-dee it wath awful…” I cried.
“Shhh,” Daddy stood up carrying me with him. “It was just a dream, Baby. It is over.”
One of the uncles, probably Tommy, came up to him in the hall because I heard Daddy say he was taking me to bed with him.
“No, I don’
wan ‘nother Daddy. Don’ mae me do thomware elth.”
“Livvy, honey, I can’t understand you with your thumb in your mouth. I have you now, ok? Nobody is going to get you. It was just a bad dream.”
I was set on his big bed, and he scooted in next to me. The light clicked off and the room went dark… darker than my pink room with the other girls.
“Daddy?” I sat up and tried to see.
“I am right here. Lay down.” He tugged my arm and I was lying in the crook of his arm face pressed against his chest. I curled into him, but I couldn’t stop crying.
“Livvy, honey, Daddy has you. Why are you still crying? It was just a dream, Baby.” His fingers grazed up and down my spine while he spoke.
“Bud id wath ter-bibble.” I shuddered. “Da mean man- an you will gib me to him anyway.”
“For the love of god, I have no intentions of giving you away now would you go to sleep.”
“How woul you eben know ib-” I struggled against him to sit up in the dark. “What did you say?”
“I said it is funny how your thumb finds its way in and out of your mouth.”
“No, you didn’t… you said-”
“I said if you don’t lie down and go to sleep I am going to roast your hiney.”
“No, you didn’t… you said-”
“Alivia Rose.”
“But, you said you were going to keep me.” I knew what I had heard. I lay back down with a happy smile.
“I would be crazy, to say that. I can’t decide that this early. What am I going to do keep on out of every litter, like puppies? That is just crazy. I’ll be like a crazy cat lady with stray’s everywhere.”
I didn’t care what he was talking about. He had said he was not giving me away. I snuggled deeper into his arms. “I love you, Daddy.”
“Quit wiggling and go to sleep, little girl,” I felt his gruff voice against my forehead.
